For a moment, I was dumbfounded.
When I was about to speak, Clara slapped me hard with a resounding crack and said, “I thought you just needed time to adjust after getting out of prison but to think you’d actually lay a hand on a child!”
Clara had hit me with full force, her face was dark and stormy, her eyes were brimming with contempt.
Her voice was cold as ice when she talked again, "Let me make something clear to you. Robert and his siblings are the future of the Jameson Family. They are the true masters of this house. As for you? You’re just a useless man who still needs me to support your parents. What right do you have to lay a finger on them?"
Her six-year-old daughter, Ann Jameson, waddled over, sniffing back her tears as she hugged Clara’s leg. "Mommy, don’t be mad. Ann will help you beat the bad man."
She raised her tiny fists as she put on a show of bravado.
Clara cooped her up and planted a kiss on her cheek. "My little princess, fighting is beneath you. A real princess doesn’t get her hands dirty.
With that, she gestured to Marvin to take the children away. Their family of eight walked out together. They were a perfect picture of unity.